Forgotten by everyone else, John hesitates on the landing for a moment and then slowly starts making his way down the stairs. A couple more police officers hurry up and one of them bumps against him, throwing him off-balance and making him lurch heavily against the bannisters. The man hurries on without a word, although his colleague does at least look apologetically at John as he passes. John regains his balance and continues down the stairs.
Shortly afterwards he has removed his coverall and put his jacket back on, and now walks out onto the street. Looking all around, he can see no sign of Sherlock. He walks towards the police tape, still looking around. Donovan, standing at the tape, sees him.
''They're gone.'' Donovan said.
''Who, Sherlock Holmes and Y/N?'' John asked.
''Yeah, they just took off. They do that.'' Donovan explained.
''Are they coming back?'' John asked.
''Didn't look like it.'' Donovan awnsered.
''Right.'' John said, looking around the area, not sure what to do.
''Right ... Yes.'' He repeated, turning to Donovan again.
''Sorry, where am I?'' John asked.
''Brixton.'' Donovan awnsered.
''Right. Er, d'you know where I could get a cab? It's just, er ... well ... ... my leg.'' John asked, looking down at his leg akwardly.
''Er ... try the main road.'' Donovan awnsered, lifting the tape for John to duck under.
''Thanks.'' John said, ducking under the tape.
''But you're not their friend, they don't have any friends. So who are you?'' She asked.
''I'm ... I'm nobody. I just met them.'' John awnsered.
''Okay, bit of advice then: stay away from them.'' Donovan said.
''Why?'' John asked, clearly confused.
''You know why they're here? They're not paid or anything. They like it. They get off on it. The weirder the crime, the more they get off. And you know what? One day just showing up won't be enough. One day we'll be standing round a body and Sherlock Holmes and Y/N'll be the ones that put it there.'' She exclaimed.
''Why would they do that?'' John asked.
''Because they're psychopaths. And psychopaths get bored.'' She explained.
''Donovan!'' Lestrade called her from out of the doorway of the building.
''Stay away from Sherlock Holmes and Y/N.'' She said, before heading towards the building.
John watches her go for a moment, then turns and begins to limp off down the road.
back in 221B Sherlock unzips the case and flips open the lid, revealing the contents. There are a few items of clothing and underwear – all in varying shades of pink – a washbag, and a paperback novel by Paul Bunch entitled "Come To Bed Eyes." He never noticed John coming in. Y/N went to the gym, to go training.
''That's ... that's the pink lady's case. That's Jennifer Wilson's case.'' John exclaimed, shocked.
''Yes, obviously.'' Sherlock awnsered, studing the case closely.
''Oh, perhaps I should mention: I didn't kill her.'' Sherlock added sarcastically.
''I never said you did.'' John said.
''Why not? Given the text I just had you send and the fact that I have her case, it's a perfectly logical assumption.'' Sherlock explained.
''Do people usually assume you're the murderer?'' John asked.
''Now and then, yes.'' Sherlock said, smirking.
''How did you get this?'' John asked.
''Y/N found it.'' Sherlock awnsered.
''Where?'' John asked.
''The killer must have driven her to Lauriston Gardens. He could only keep her case by accident if it was in the car. Nobody could be seen with this case without drawing attention – particularly a man, which is statistically more likely – so obviously he'd feel compelled to get rid of it the moment he noticed he still had it. Wouldn't have taken him more than five minutes to realise his mistake. Y/N checked every back street wide enough for a car five minutes from Lauriston Gardens ...and anywhere you could dispose of a bulky object without being observed.
Took her less than an hour to find the right skip.'' Sherlock explained.
''Pink. You guys got all that because you realised the case would be pink?'' John asked, impressed.
''Well, it had to be pink, obviously.'' Sherlock awnsered.
Silence.
''Now, look. Do you see what's missing?'' Sherlock asked.
''From the case? How could I?'' John asked, confussed.
''Her phone. Where's her mobile phone? There was no phone on the body, there's no phone in the case. We know she had one – that's her number there; I just texted it.'' Sherlock explained.
''Maybe she left it at home.'' John suggested.
''She has a string of lovers and she's careful about it. She never leaves her phone at home.'' Sherlock explained again.
''Er.. Why did you just send that text?'' John asked.
''Well, the question is: where is her phone now?'' Sherlock asked.
''She could have lost it.'' John suggested.
''Yes, or ...?'' Sherlock asked, allowing John to figure it out.
''The murderer ... You think the murderer has the phone?'' John asked.
''Maybe she left it when she left her case. Maybe he took it from her for some reason. Either way, the balance of probability is the murderer has her phone.'' Sherlock explained.
''Sorry, what are we doing? Did you just text a murderer?! What good will that do?'' John asked.
As if on cue, his phone begins to ring. He picks it up and looks at the screen for the Caller I.D. It reads:
(withheld)
calling
''A few hours after his last victim, and now he receives a text that can only be from her. If somebody had just found that phone they'd ignore a text like that, but the murderer ...'' he paused dramatically for a moment, untill the phone stops ringing: ''...would panic.''
He flips the lid of the suitcase closed and stands up, walking across the room to pick up his jacket. As John continues to stare down at his phone, Sherlock puts on his jacket and walks towards the door.
John is left behind in the appartement.
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Their Biggest Secret
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is the biggest secret of the british government, she is capable of things which 'normal' people aren't. She is the best assasin that they have in their power. Mycroft Holmes, who was practically the Britsh government, always made sure she...
